My Type Apparently

Met him in a queue at Tesco's. Said he likes my style,

I said, "Cheers, that's close." He had that hair that says

banned in school. That lazy grin that screams I'll break rules. He talked about

travel and finding himself. Had crystals and quotes on his bathroom shelf.

And I thought, wow, he's deep, like some kind of sage.

Turns out he just hasn't paid rent in an age. Mom said,

"Love, please change your type." But my brain used that as

double swipe. He's my type apparently. If he's late, confused,